Bar Flies

Where liquors flowRight out the doorsAnd peanut shellsCover dirty floorsWhere times stands stillBut at the same time notWhere memories are madeBut soon forgotWhere fantasy girlsAre on paradeAnd sway their hipsJust to get paidWhere many a last littlePenny is spentAnd relationshipsHave come and wentWhere Piano ManWill play his songThis is notWhere we belong